In Anticipation of Spring
Within my heart there reigns
nothing but desire for you
to keep it to myself
is punishment self-inflicted...
The way you whisper
my name with such praise
with you it is different
my name is safe in your mouth
don't ever stop smiling
it will kill me
I will stop breathing...
You my love are Springtime bedecked
around you fount, flowers and plants
the smell of cottonwood and peaches
your hair hangs like Spanish Moss
what divine radiance
of sun in the fourth sphere
you at purple daybreak
the morning star brimful
none which can equal
your southern loveliness...
I desire your long black hair
to flow like a running brook
to hear your voice like a melody in the night
to awake next to you with winged heart
you my hearts desire
what relief of torment
I desire to become as one with you
our bodies eternally entwined
aimless in sexless foreplay...
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